Fiction by Lost_Mind_Found_Bob

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Jane lay poised, hair tussling the pillow, as Morgan absorbed her luminous features. He willed the treasure chests upon her cheeks open, so that he may observe their riches. Blue, green, grey; they reflected Jane's mood. At times Morgan sat captivated, dazzled by Jane's optical eclipses. He eased forward a rustic hand, and smoothed her cheek with his knuckles. His crisp lips hung between ecstasy and sorrow. Her glowing presence overtook him and he leaned in to kiss her peaceful lips. His heart attacked his rib cage, in a fit of desperate, weeping love. Morgan held Jane's delicate figure tightly for a moment, as tears rappelled down his worn face. Only she heard him vow to avenge her beauty, and benevolence. His nose nuzzled her soft, cool cheek, one final time. Jane appeared to sadden, as his tear settled beneath her eye. He struggled in pain, and tore himself loose from her side. His rustic hand rose up, grasped the gold handle, and the oak polished lid nestled into place around her. by Lost_Mind_Found_Bob | (0) comment
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Lost_Mind_Found_Bob joined fictionthis on Saturday 30th of August 2008. This talented author is an active member of the site, has submitted 4 fiction(s) thus far and voted for 247. Show some love and leave your comments and feedback below their fictions.

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You're cocky this morning.  Coffee perhaps: excitement for sure.  We both agreed upon a five a.m. beginning for our greatest conquest, but you can't wait, waking me at sliver beyond four.  My blood curdles at the time, flashing me, in a mild, neon-green throng.  Though I'd have done the same in less than half an hour.  I close my eyes, roll over and mumble, pleadingly, "A few more minutes, is all I need, really!" The warmth of my blankets and pillows begins courting me back into slumberland.  I curl the covers into the nook of my neck.  I catch a deep breath of air, and ponder over a strange scent, as it clogs my nasal passages.  I waltz into a dream.  A woman in a hot red bikini chases me down a white sand beach. "What? Hell no! Get your ass up now! Only the quickest monkeys get dibs on the best bananas!", you smash through my utopian silence.  "In case you've forgotten", I smirk, "bananas are small time, compared with the prey we've got our eyes on, you pygmy bastard!" by Lost_Mind_Found_Bob | (0) comment
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I find myself, stealing her features. Drifting in her deep brown eyes. Craving to read her lips, and comb her silky, brown hair with my fingertips. She's a tad worse for wear. Nothing that sleep won't fix. Yet, I wish to wipe, what little baggage she has, away with my thumbs. Hungry for information, my eyes listen to her actions. She oozes personality, while attending to many needs. I lose myself in the freshly baked nape of her neck and yearn to caress her kind hand gently with my lips. A blink and she's gone. I've lost her. I feel empty. Wanting only to absorb another short charge of her precious presence. She speaks and enlightens our confines. Elegant, almost angelic, body gestures escort her sweet speech. The plane touches down, the flight is past. Quickly I glance over my shoulder, and drink up her name tag. Elizabeth! Six hours, and all I got is her name. It's all I'll ever have. I get up, grab my carry on and leave. Strolling away I think about the vile job that I am here for. by Lost_Mind_Found_Bob | (3) comment
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I find myself, stealing her features. Drifting in her deep brown eyes. Craving to read her lips, and comb her silky, brown hair with my fingertips. She's a tad worse for wear. Nothing that sleep won't fix. Yet, I wish to wipe, what little baggage she has, away with my thumbs. Hungry for information, my eyes listen to her actions. She oozes personality, while attending to many needs. I lose myself in the freshly baked nape of her neck and yearn to caress her kind hand gently with my lips. A blink and she's gone. I've lost her. I feel empty. Wanting only to absorb another short charge of her precious presence. She speaks and enlightens our confines. Elegant, almost angelic, body gestures escort her sweet speech. The plane touches down, the flight is past. Quickly I glance over my shoulder, and drink up her name tag. Elizabeth! Six hours, and all I got is her name. It's all I'll ever have. I get up, grab my carry on and leave. Strolling away I think about the vile job that I am here for. by Lost_Mind_Found_Bob | (0) comment